The Operation
written by: Michal Reibenbach
You arrived with your husband in New York in the depth of winter. It was delightful to be greeted by a c...
One day does not make seventeen
#MyBrooklynMemoirs
by Anne G
One day does not make seventeen. Although I only lived seventeen short years in Brooklyn...
New York Values
Commentary
by Anne G
Recently, much has been said about New York values. Although the person who first made this comment does not mer...
New York
written by: John Lopes
@PoetryIncubator
Your avenues sweat subterranean blues,
tenor men dressed in Friday night’s best
tweed jazz ensemble ...
The Sounds of Brooklyn
The Last Days
Written by Anne G
My memories of Brooklyn are filled with so much happiness, nostalgia, and reverie of the sounds, smel...
A Brooklynite
by Anne G
A Brooklynite by birth
my first tender years
are memories of Bushwick
The grand - Avenue
Broad tree lined streets
and sidewal...
The Library of my childhood
by Anne G
A place suspended in time. A memory stamped on my psyche for eternity.
The Public Library on Bushwick Avenue and Dekalb...
Brooklyn Scapes
A Tale
by Anne G
The more I think about "My Brooklyn" childhood, the sweeter the memories...
During these dog days of summer, I recently r...
My Dearest Brooklyn
An Anne G Original
A jukebox of memories in my head,
dearest Brooklyn, you and me.
Lanky boys with cow-licked locks,
freckled girls a...
